Attraction | Theo Raeken

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I stomp out of the hospital's main door and towards my car angrily, fiddling the keys between my hands in order to find the fitting one for the car door. 

"Stupid Stiles ... Stupid Scott" I murmur to myself with gritted teeth. 

Still searching for the right key, I feel how I get more and more impatient. But it's not only that, I can sense a tingling sensation in my fingers like I always do when I get angry but have to keep the anger under control. 

Sure I'm pissed as hell at Stiles and what he has said but it's not only that.. I can't put a finger at what else causes my angry state though. It's like I'm completely discontent with the current direction my life breaks out in. I thought I would have everything around me that I have ever wanted, like people I love and who love me back but as you can plainly see, it was all just wishful thinking. 

Let me place the facts on the table. 

1. I have no friends anymore. 
2. My family is hundred of miles away from me.
3. I haven't heard of Theo in like days.

And 4. I'm on my own.

Even though I would never admit it aloud, the realization hurts.

Suddenly, a light grip on my shoulder makes me turn around in surprise, ripping me out of my thoughts. 

In front of me is standing the boy I want to see the last. 

Irritated, I stare at him with one eyebrow raised. 

"Alessia, I know you're mad at me but hear me out, okay?" Stiles says with his hands folded in front of him. 

"Why should I?" I retort while crossing my arms in front of my chest.

"Because we're friends." 

"Is that so?" I reply challenging, the forming rage present in my voice. 

"Yes." Stiles answers in an instant. "I really didn't mean what I said. I-It's just... I'm really worried about my dad. If he dies-" There's a short pause, where Stiles runs his hand through his hair. Just now, I notice how tired he actually looks. "If I loose him, I have no one. "

I watch Stiles' every mimic. 

There's no sight of the dorky smile he usually wears. 

No sight of the light in his eyes, which always manages to cheer you up when you feel bad. 

He really seems like another person to me. 

The thought of that is heartbreaking.

Maybe it's the effect the super moon still has on me, but his explanation doesn't satisfy me the slightest. If it doesn't even make my angrier. 
I like Stiles' dad, I really do and the last thing I want is for Stiles to lose him but here are the news, I'm an orphan since I was a child and no matter what you're going through, it's never a good decision to push your friends away who desperately want to help you. 

"I'm sorry to tell you Stiles, but in case it slipped your mind, you're not the only person with problems on this planet. Did you even consider what I'm going through? No, of course you didn't because I can tell you the exact order of your priority list: Lydia, Lydia ... well, Lydia." I say the last part with fake surprise present in my mimic and voice. "And after that, you perhaps think about us others. And I'm so sick of all of that." 

Me being convinced that the conversation found its end, I turn around again towards the car. My hands are shaking even worse than before though, all of this is clearly taking it's toll on me.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Stiles more like states than questions in an angry voice while gripping my shoulder once again in order to turn me back around. "My dad's condition worsens minute by minute and yes, Lydia is also inside of there. She's inside of there because of your oh so fabulous Theo who drove her out of her mind! So what could be probably worse that you're supposedly go through?"

Before I say anything back, I stare from Stiles' face down to his arm and lately to his right hand which still has a grip on my shoulder.
I slowly look up to his face again, aware of my challenging look in my eyes.

"I advise you to get your hands of me. Now. Otherwise, I'm afraid that you will have to walk around with your arm in a plaster. You wouldn't want that, would you?"

In an instant, Stiles pulls back his hand in a jumpy motion, clearly intimidated by my proposition.

"I-I actually came to ask you for your help." Stiles says quietly, rubbing his pointer over his forehead.

I stare at him flabbergasted.

I let out an sarcastic airy laugh. 
"You're joking, right?"

"We need you, Alessia." 

"No, what you need is a shrink! Because I highly take it that you have some kind of personality disorder. And now, I suggest that you leave me alone. The super moon still has its effect on me and we don't want this situation here to end a bit unpretty, right?" 

Once again, I attempt to turn around but Stiles makes a quick move and makes a grab at my keys in my hand. 

I close my eyes and take a deep breath in impatience.

Seems like this argument is going to take a bit longer.